So, Mr. Sweden, what do you think of the changes to Skydome Rogers Centre? We decided that late-inning grounder to Bellhorn, that should have been a double play but wasn't, was a result of the sand kicking up off the ball like a mirage. (When you see something moving on the "grass" in your peripheral vision, you've got to wonder whether you actually have the ball in your glove.)
I think the new turf is a big improvement (I think Bellhorn "sees mirages" on a pretty regular basis if his fielding elsewhere is any guide), but I do agree that all the added screens, including the wtf? screens instead of the outfield wall are a distraction instead of an asset, not even considering the threat to outfielders' life and limb (apparently they had guys out working on the rough edges the next day after Damon's cut).
From where my buddy and I were, we thought Hudson's double had gone out, because it disappeared against the screen, and didn't realize there was a play on at the plate until the ball got thrown back in.
There is way too much meaningless noise and advertising barrage of the spectator at modern ballparks. I wish I could write to our Mister Rogers and tell him that I already buy every product his company offers, could I please opt out of the bombardment of stuff at the game? It isn't the ads really, but the scoreboard nonsense activities (all of which have advertising connections) and other crap which distract from the "day out at the ballgame" field-of-dreams kind of experience that we are continually told is the magic of baseball.
The game itself is so good seen live, but in one's living room, one has some measure of control over the non-baseball noise one is subjected to.
Susan's klutzy helplessness gets on my last nerve. "Look at me! I'm so cute and helpless and I need someone to protect me from the big bad world! (As well as protect the world from me cutting a destructive swath in my wake.)" As if incompetence is a most darling trait in a woman.
I know! But, in a wierd way, I can't help but like her a little. In an "i'm sorry that you're such a fuckup" way.
I don't watch DH anymore, but Felicity Huffman's character was my favorite.
This was me early on, but as it's become increasingly obvious that she's sabotaged any effort to solve the problems of her home life, whines and shirks responsibility constantly, and has a monstrous sense of entitlement, I've lost all sympathy. Susan's funny, but has become such a wacky charicature that I can't relate to her at all. I find myself liking Gabrielle despite disapproving of almost everything she does. Bree, while she has her Stepfordesque faults, is at least proactive and trying to do her best.
OMG, the combination of craiglist and google maps is like the coolest thing ever: [link]
Truly we live in a golden age.
proactive and trying to do her best.
Protecting
her son from punishment for what he's done
doesn't strike me as anything near her best.
OMG, the combination of craiglist and google maps is like the coolest thing ever: [link]
Truly we live in a golden age.
And New Yorkers have both the NYC map portal and hopstop, so we can get anywhere and find anything!!!
awesome.
I am glad I double checked that map against what the interview lady told me. She directed me to a Canal street stop when Broadway/Lafayette is the closest. Crazy.
I loathe Susan; she isn't as cute as she thinks she is. In general, the characters are all over the map -- one episode Bree is sympathetic, the next she's a stone bitch. The writing is way inconsistent.
I think my hierarchy is Lynette, Susan, Bree, Edie, Gabrielle. But I don't like any of them much.
